It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 219: Please upgrade quickly, why don’t I give you money? (Mr. Chun, leader of the alliance, update 4)
Chapter 219: Please upgrade quickly, why don’t I give you money? (Mr. Chun, leader of the alliance, update 4)
How the old man in overalls went to the School of Prophecy to pound the table and how he managed to get half of the cost of repairing the big-bone stick is another story. After Gretel negotiated the reward with the Alchemist Guild, he happily plunged into his own
laboratory--
Well, if you want to electrolyze water, electrolyze saturated salt water, or synthesize something, you can just play in the Tower of Babel. There is a power supply and a strong field barrier, and if you accidentally explode it, someone will clean it up. If you want to get penicillin, it’s best
Or go to your own monkey version of the P4 laboratory...
After all, when developing penicillin, you will inevitably have to deal with Staphylococcus aureus, Escherichia coli, Pseudomonas aeruginosa, etc., and piles of bacteria. If you are unlucky, maybe the penicillin has not been purified yet, and some mutations are resistant to penicillin.
The germs have quietly crawled out.
Such as MRSA.
If this thing comes out, penicillin series, cephalosporin series, sulfonamide series, rifampicin, etc. will all be useless. Gretel can only try his luck and go shopping in the New World to see if he can find vancomycin.
Already...
Ah, I get a headache just thinking about it.
If this thing really spreads, if you are unlucky, half of the Magic Council can be wiped out...
So Gretel was very self-conscious. He moved all the bottles and cans back to the laboratory on the outskirts of the city. From then on, he ran from the top of the mountain to the outskirts of the city and the forging area. Master Wharton followed him, up and down the mountain, down the mountain and up the mountain.
His tongue was about to stick out. Not only that, he had to be carried over by the teacher and questioned:
"Has Gretel advanced?"
"Okay, it seems not..."
"Then is he finished with his project?"
"Mythril smelting, isn't it senior brother and the others who are doing it..."
"Then what is he busy with?!"
"I'm treating the dwarves... I'm also taking over a project from the Alchemy Guild... I'm still making dyes and stuff..."
"Why do you make dye? The Magic Council needs him some dye?! Doesn't need him to make money?! You urge him to advance quickly, that's serious!"
"Teacher, why do you think I can motivate him...I am his follower, not him who is my follower..."
Archmage Carlisle stroked his forehead. This little disciple was really spoiled by him, no matter how old he was, and he even learned to talk back to him! Throwing him to be a follower of Gretel didn't seem to change his simple and optimistic temperament.
Have to be a little more cautious...
Hey, this also shows that Gretel treats this boy very well and doesn't put on any airs at all?
Half an hour later, Archmage Carlisle received a message from the metal message bird:
"Teacher, Gretel is not in the Tower of Babel. I will go to the laboratory at the foot of the mountain to find him!"
Two and a half hours later, the second metal message bird was taken into the mystery by the chief disciple of Archmage Carlisle and presented to the teacher:
"Teacher, Gretel is not in the laboratory at the foot of the mountain. He probably went to the forging area. I will go find him!"
In the evening of that day, Aurora Wharton found Grete at the gate of the forging area who was having a great time and refused to leave.
Gretel was surrounded by a group of dwarves in the center. That is to say, humans are a bit taller than dwarves, so Aurora can easily find her follower from the crowd. Gretel held a drawing board in front of him, smiling and waving to the people around him.
The dwarves shouted:
"Don't be impatient, come one by one! Whose turn is it today? Stand up, stand up straight, stand up straight, tuck your chin in--Okay, don't move! [Detect Magic]!"
What is this doing?
Wizard Wharton walked over curiously. When he stretched his head, he saw Gretel holding the newly arrived pencil, brushing it, looking at the dwarf, drawing a few strokes, looking at the dwarf again, and drawing a few more strokes. His expression was focused and his movements were smooth.
, the dwarves around looked around, looking at it with great interest.
Look at the drawing board again. There is no face or clothing in Gretel's painting, only thick and light, black and gray color blocks. Carefully distinguish it, it looks like the vertical skeleton in the Necromancy School...
At the moment when he was lost in thought, Gretel had already finished painting. The magic light flashed and a copy was quickly made. One was carefully put away by Gretel, and the other was held in the hands of the dwarf who was painting, turning it over and over.
Look at it brightly:
"What...what is this?"
"Look, this is your spine, these are your ribs..." Gretel pointed to the hand-drawn X-ray and told him:
"The spine is fine, there is nothing wrong with it. This curvature is normal. It would be fatal if the spine were straight... Hey, there is a seam here on the seventh rib on the right, and it is a little crooked. Have you broken this rib before?
Was it? Broken in a fight? Or broken?"
"Yes, yes!" The dwarf nodded like rammed earth: "When I was playing in the mine when I was a child, I accidentally rolled down and my chest hurt for two months! Mr. Mage, you are amazing!"
...This is the skill of a priest, no, a radiologist...
Grete didn't want to explain this. He was only excited to get another X-ray, and he had another piece of medical research information. Unfortunately, the magic imaging failed to come out, so he had to draw it himself... Hundreds of people,
Thousands of pictures need to be taken of the front, lateral, and different parts, which is so painful!
Even pain cannot stop Grete from immersing himself in it. This is his first research on human-like intelligent creatures! It is so rare! In previous lives, all scientists in the world did not have this condition!
After finishing an X-ray, Gretel stretched and put away the drawing board. The dwarves dispersed, and Wizard Wharton approached Gretel and poked him quietly:
"Grete! Can you go back to the peak tomorrow? The teacher wants to see you!"
"tomorrow?"
Gretel's men paused. He looked around with some resistance: "I have a lot of things to do... Is the matter urgent with the Archmage? If it's not urgent, can we go there in a few days?"
"It seems like I want to urge you to advance..."
"What's this!" Gretel immediately lost interest. "It's not something you can advance by pushing. Can you help me tell the Archmage? I'll go as soon as I finish what I'm doing!"
"Hey, it's time to go!" Master Wharton went over to drag him. "Teacher won't lock you in a tower... just treat it as a favor to me, show your face and come back? Stop by the Alchemy Guild to have a look, see Uncle
Has Nader’s bone club been repaired?”
"Then...then help me sort out these data!"
Grete threw him a stack of paper unceremoniously. Aurora Wharton only glanced at it, and the circles in it turned into mosquito-repellent incense.
"Name, age, gender, height, weight, body temperature, heartbeat, breathing, vital capacity... what are these?"
"Oops! Don't worry about your name. Divide this information into categories for every 10 years of age, calculate the average, and then calculate the average again! Hurry up and calculate it for me!"
Gretel is doing basic statistics on dwarves. There are about two to three hundred dwarves in the entire forging area, and most of them are men between 100 and 200 years old. Based on the dwarves’ maximum lifespan of 400 years, that’s 25 to 50 years old.
Years old young men. In terms of medical statistics, this sample size is enough for preliminary statistics.
During this time, he called a group of dwarves over one by one, and tested everything that could be measured except for the blood pressure monitor, which still had no liver coming out. In half a month, he accumulated a thick stack of data. The remaining work was to make statistics.
Draw a chart to find the normal range...
"Ahhhhhh - what's the use of making such a thing!" Wizard Wharton screamed.
"Shut up! Quickly calculate!"
Wizard Wharton curled up in a ball silently and began to fulfill the duties of a follower... no, a calculation tool man. And Gretel spread out a roll of paper beside him and began to write, line by line, based on his impressions when measuring the data.
Writing a paper:
"...To sum up, the heartbeat and breathing of dwarves are slower than that of humans, and the normal body temperature is relatively low. The author speculates that this may be one of the secrets of the longevity of immortal species.
This guess has not been verified. If there is an opportunity, comparative studies can be conducted on other humanoid creatures..."
Hmm, the lung capacity of these dwarves seems a bit small. Could it be that these people have been mining all year round and have varying degrees of pneumoconiosis? I will try to find dwarves who don’t do much mining another day...
The two of them wrote and calculated, and when they reached the summit the next day, they were both depressed. Archmage Carlisle looked at the pair of dark circles on his apprentice's face, and then looked at Grete's identically dark eyes, and said half a word of urging.
I couldn't even say anything. I rubbed my eyebrows and sighed:
"Advancing is not a matter of a day or two... but there is no need to work so hard..."
"No, no!" Aurora quickly clarified. "He came here yesterday to write a paper... I was helping him calculate the data, and accidentally it was too late! Fortunately, I didn't delay my meditation! Teacher, look at the paper!"
According to the instructions of the legendary mage, all of Gretel's papers must be submitted to the legendary mage for review. Of course, the big lazy is worse than the second lazy, and the second lazy is worse than the little lazy. Since Gretel has a new follower, his papers are all
Master Wharton submitted it on his behalf. As for Master Descartes, all the papers here were also his disciples, and Master Carlisle read them first...
The Archmage opened the paper naturally. He glanced over and saw the title:
"Research on Standard Physiological Data of Dwarf Males"
The Archmage's feet swayed on the spot. His fair face turned red instantly, his breathing became rapid, and his jugular veins protruded. Based on the experience of a deputy director of the emergency department, Grete intuitively felt that this person's blood pressure was about to break the meter...
Can nifedipine hold pressure down? Or Betaloc? If you are on the operating table, you should ask the anesthesiologist to give him some antihypertensive drugs, such as isoflurane, sodium nitroprusside, or pump some nitric acid.
glycerin……
Gretel was wandering and thinking. Opposite him, Archmage Carlisle shook the paper in his hand and said in a deep voice:
"Gretel, why are you focusing your energy on this? A magician like you - a magician with a talent for research like you should upgrade your mage level as soon as possible to avoid premature death!"
Do you know how much effort the Council has put into protecting you? Do you know that in order to protect you from being targeted by the Lord of Radiance Church, your important papers were secretly distributed to reliable magicians for experimental demonstration?
Do you know that as long as you leave the Igor Mystery Lock, you will be under the surveillance of the Tower of Babel, and that there will be a full-time magician monitoring your location 24 hours a day?
Knowing that such protective measures will last at least until you advance to level 5 - that is, the level where you learn [Fireball Technique] and transform into a humanoid self-propelled turret?
"How about you go to the meditation room for retreat and raise your level as soon as possible? Now you have the contribution points. If it's not enough, I can lend it to you first!!!"